Honda Video (MV)

Say bout 10k now I got a Honda 2000
Niggas said he spun my block well I guess he
Rerouted
Niggas say he wanna smoke well I guess he
Ain't bout it
Told them niggas back up for my Glock get
Too excited
I'm rocking fur coats like bitch this is Joe Exotic
If I had a problem with you nigga I wouldn't
Have it
Niggas sound retarded like they got a problem
I got something that came with a beam and it's a problem solver
Bitch get my money when I said cause I'm a pimp nigga
I ain't finna tip toe around no bitch I ain't no simp nigga
Yeah you got money too but I bet I'm a bit richer
Yeah you might got hitters too but I up a stick nigga
I know niggas pocket watchin' why you in my bag
I told Kwan we had a problem he gotta up that mag
I just bought me a new Jeep Kwan copped a Jag
Got a body in the back it's your man with a tag
She only f*ck with rich niggas she ain't been in no Honda
But she got a fat ass I'm tryna get behind her
Pretty bitch got a hair pink yeah she look like Wanda
She said she ain't got no bag well I'm the problem solver
All you gotta do is get in with me you stackin' dollars
One thing you know about Kwan that he chasin' commas
Bout a bag season got the bad bitches wearin' Prada
Gotta keep my braids fresh while I'm rockin' the silk
All my bitches get spoiled like milk
You ain't gotta hide nothin' from me tell me how you feel
Yeah we can keep it on the low but keep it on the real
She said I'm actin' different tryna get me off them pills
She said I'm actin' strange maybe I need another sip
I know this fat ass nigga hungry he gon' eat this clip
If he bigger with his gun gon' have to see it through
Pushin' all them pounds I be pushin' that shit through the roof
Outta state outta mind man I can't hear
She be talkin' like she mine but she came here
What some penny and some dimes no we can't match
We don't smoke gas all we do is tote straps
All these niggas broke man I ain't goin' back
I just bought a Honda I don't f*ck with all that expensive shit
Yeah I like that vintage shit but you out here rentin' shit
We is not the same I just copped an Impala
What's the retail man
Nah just a couple dollars
Let me stop lyin
It's a couple racks
Pull up on your block like a dyke I got plenty straps
Sayin' that he got hoes nah what the f*ck is that
Yeah he ain't got no hoes he lie about that
Then he hopped into the stu and tried to rap about that
I'm that type of nigga I'd probably slide about that
You that type of nigga probably get fried like that
Not gon' lie I just woke up so I don't get no f*cks
Gotta get my ass up so I can make me a couple bucks
Finna ask boss fora raise, finna test my luck
Soon as I said what's up boss that nigga said
Shut the f*ck up
Alright he ain't go my way now I gotta up my strap
I tell my niggas come slide through he finna double back
That's all he heard before he hit the ground
I feel like Shaq and you the rim I gotta tear it down
Big gang in the party we finna enter it out
Talkin' all that tough shit till we press you got you scary now
Heard niggas callin' the feds like they at Karin's house
I just bought a scat on the way we at his parents house
Pay his mom and dad to slime him out yeah this the parent trap
Better make a nigga go crazy thought we established up
Nigga talkin' crazy on my brother I'ma handle that
I ain't put a gun to the fist fight I'm finna stab his ass
Break a nigga confidence like glass
You a dumb nigga special ed only had 10 people in your class